By: Wayne Brown
Percolating like coffee in the late afternoon summer heat
Boiling, shaping, forming, rising up in the sky 60,000 feet
First a bright burning white color, then a sinister dark form
Dancing out across the prairie, a west Texas thunderstorm
Lightning blazes in its tops and the thunder rumbles forth
They’ve come up from the Gulf and worked their way north
The crack of thunder in a dead silence signals they are here
These giants send forth their message and fill hearts with fear
That distinctive smell of wet dust washed out from the wind
Always seems to linger just before the storms begin
Then comes the wind and raging torrents in angled fluid sheets
Reaching down to the ground where rain and dust meets
They seem to fight among themselves each lashing all around
Flashed lightning, spinning wind, hail all upon the ground
The surprising blast of the lightning and low rolling thunder
The drenching rains and flooding waters washing all asunder
The limbs on trees snap like twigs, their tops bend and strain
The road ditches run full of water from the pouring rain
The sky is dark, no sun around, it seems as if it were night
And all the time these mighty giants continue on their fight
Then the rain lets up and begins to stop as the clouds pull away
The sunshine actually comes again with the light of day
And peace returns once again to this little prairie town site
The storms rumble away leaving welcome solitude and quiet
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Thunderstorms & Neon Signs - Wayne Hancock
© 2010 Wayne Brown
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